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and some streetlights appeared like planets, so she flew to a less polluted area and allowed herself to feel small under the night sky.

Her wings began to grow tired and she made her way back home. She passed through the window that still remained open and instead of sinking into her wooden chair as usual, she lingered by the window to feel the evening coolness brush against her wings. The experiences of her day’s journey sat heavy on her mind and she dozed off in a state of bliss.

The next day she awoke to find her own legs and feet with ten toes and arms and hands with ten fingers. She traced every wrinkle and bump on her face as if it were Braille, trying to read a whole life that she had missed out on. The elderly woman stood and flew again.

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